In the old study (now more a storage slot) in my parents house are a collection of boxes filled with our memories. Some contain old childhood toys, others well read books, some even have once important documents, but the majority contain pictures. Hundreds and thousands of pictures in albums, or some still in the packets they came after they were processed.
These photos are like hundreds of micro windows into our old lives and different moments in time. Our birthdays and celebration, our trips and expeditions and even some of our losses and sadness. Some contain so much detail that no number of words would be able to express the emotions and feelings of that time, but a photo can come close. Yet despite this catalog of memories, we now have even more held on our computers and in the cloud due to the digital camera revolution. Many of these digital photos would never have been taken if we still relied on film.